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TMWFTE FAN FIC #1
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--=Thomas Newton=--: [MaleNervous]
Normal...oh...nothing. ~ his lips, pale and thin reach a bit of a smile,... the sentiments usually attached to a smile don't seem to appear with his however. Eat? He has no intention of eating...really, he had no intention of talking with anyone either. Boney fingers shift the hat a bit, pulling it's corner further over his face as he speaks ~

No,...no thank you... I'm fine. ~ the us....oh yes, that place. ...~

Anthea:
~Reaches forward and takes off his hat gently~ I know how you feel ~Frowns because she can feel the loneliness enveloping him~ It's all right. It's nice to have someone to talk to though ~Smiles gently~

---=Thomas Newton=---: [MaleConfused]
~ As she removes his hat, Thomas' first reaction is the take it back, and with that, he reaches out a pale hand, stopping in reluctance. That would be too bold. Hesitantly, as if he expected to be scolded for it, he pulls his hand back and lifts his head slightly. Copper hair, too metallic to be natural gleams, neatly slicked back, each hair meticulously placed. Blonde streaks the front in chunky golden stripes. Without the hat, his face hasn't a shadow to hide in anymore and is left uncovered. Thin features, pale and high seem sculpted, carefully formed from alabaster, or some other white stone. Cheekbones protrude sharply like the blades of dull razors, and as the rest of his face is, are dusted with a faint feminine quality. ~
Yes...yes... I suppose... ~ he speaks hesitantly now, moreso than before ~
~ Thomas flinches as she removes his glasses, and snaps his head to one side, hiding his eyes from view as a pale hand covers them ~
Give me... please give me them back? Please? ~ he holds a hand out pale palm upward ~

Anthea:
~Frowns and gives them back~ I'm sorry ~Blushes a bit~ I do stupid things sometimes Ummm ~Looks about~ Thomas, ~gently puts her hand on his in a comforting motion~ Why are you so sad? I hate to see people sad.

---=Thomas Newton=---: [MaleConfused]
~ Thomas's thin fingers close over the glasses slowly as he replaces them
to his face with slow motions, sliding them over his thin nose. ~
It's....it's alright...~ thomas looks toward beldaran almost pleadingly somehow ~

Anthea:
~She bites her lower lip~ Would you like to go for a walk around the park outside? It's not stuffy and full of cig smoke. It's nice, and serene. ~Smiles~ Want to?

---=Thomas Newton=---: [MaleConfused]
~ Slowly he turns his face back toward anthea... a little leery of her now, since she DID remove his glasses. He licks his lips thoughtfully, running teeth over his bottom lip as he glances at anthea's hand rested over his. His skin is smooth...too smooth really... and feverishly warm...~
What... what is that for? ~ glances at her hand ~

Anthea:
~Blushes with embarassment~ I'm sorry about your glasses. Just to go for a walk. ~She tilts her head~ I can tell this place bothers you. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings. You don't have to be scared of me. I wish you weren't ~Gazes at the floor~

---=Thomas Newton=---: [MaleConfused]
A walk... ~ thomas's eyes dart toward the window, flashing behind dusty brown glasses a murky green... how strange... as the sunlight shafts over them. Thomas turns his head from the light, as his eyes begin to ache... it is far too bright ~
No... could we...just stay here?

Anthea:
~Smiles~ Okay ~Chews the tip of her tongue. Thomas's skin is awfully warm. She wonder's if he has a fever, or is just nervous.~ You know, you seem very nice. ~Smiles~

---=Thomas Newton=---: [MaleConfused]
~ Thomas passes Beldaran a small smile, having remembered this is almost standard greeting, and nods in silence. Copper hair glints as he inclines his head toward Anthea ~

Beldaran... ~ his manner seems calmer, easier around Beldaran... though still far from relaxed. ~...this is Anthea.
Beldaran: [FemaleRefreshed]

** Soft, rosepetal hued lips curve in accordance to a warm, friendly smile as she regards Anthea. **

Hello dear.

Anthea:
~She blushes as she gives her greetings to Bel, feeling less easy and connected with her~ Hi ~Softly she speaks~

---=Thomas Newton=---: [MaleConfused]
It's alright. ~ Thomas says, a little slowly toward Anthea's "I wish you weren't scared of me" comment. He isn't scared _exactly_...but wary. She is too human in some ways, and this sets him on edge. Thin lips remain half parted ~
~ Nice, what DOES that mean anyway? Nice.... everyone is 'nice'. Thomas furrows a brow and looks to Beldaran as if for clarification, thin lips set in a little line. ~ Beldaran: [FemaleRefreshed]
** With a faint nod of her head, she acknowledges Anthea, silver locks shifting, falling out from behind her ears and shimmering in the dim light.**
A pleasure... ** With that she slides into the seat beside Thomas', flinching a bit as her body protests painfuly to the movement. Folds her hands neatly in her lap after setting the steaming cup of tea upon the tabel. **

Anthea: [Excited]
~Speaks to Thomas again~ Want a piece? ~Offers him a small of chocolate from a candy bar in her pocket, trying to ease the situation~
[Sad]
~She shies away a bit, feeling as if Thomas is Bel's and Bel's only. She starts to move to the edge of the booth and looks down at the floor with loneliness in her eyes~

Beldaran: [FemaleRefreshed]
** Smiles quietly, warmly, almost maternally at Anthea's discomfort, her eyes soft tones of shaded azure and gentle gray. **

** Looks towards Thomas at his question, offering yet another quiet smile, sitting back. **

Nice...it's a compliment...** Isnt sure how more so to put it without launching into a Websters reciting. **

--= Thomas Newton =--: [Male]
~ Thomas clears his throat. At least with bel here, he doesn't feel as uncomfortable. A single strand of golden blonde works itself loose, to hang limply at his cheekbone, upsetting the otherwise perfect symetry of his face, hair and body. the strand gleams as it brushes pale skin., and thomas leans a shoulder against the corner of the booth's seat, having forgotten what Anthea asked him... ~

Anthea: [Sad]
~She repeats with a small smile and offers the candy again~ Would you like some chocolate? I promise it won't hurt you ~Winces in pain, partially because she can sense how he feels and the rest from the rowdy crowd. She puts her head on her hands in a desperate motion to get away from the sound~

--= Thomas Newton =--: [Male]
~ Thomas regards the chocolate with a muddled expression. What WAS that? More of that chemically created sugar product he thinks and shakes his head slightly ~ No... thank you. ~ after having the comment 'nice' described as a compliment, thomas smiles faintly ~
Thank you...by the way. Are you 'nice'? ~ a lsender eyebrow lifts as he asks the almost child-like question ~

Anthea: [Sad]
~Smiles gently and lifts her head up. He was so boyish~ Um.. I hope I am. I try to be ~She winces again~ I'm sorry if I am acting strangely. My head is killing me.

--= Thomas Newton =--: [Male]
~ thomas looks towards Bel's tea for a moment, running a thin finger through the steam. Eyes glint for a bare second behind his glasses as he looks to bel ~
Are you alright today?

Oh well, you're doing fine in that case. ~ Thomas says, musingly. It's always so difficult to speak to them... with the clutter of emotion they project constantly, their negativity... ~
Your head? Why?

Beldaran: [FemaleRefreshed]
** Beldaran places one pale hand to her lips, leaning over slightly, permitting the locks of metallic silver to fall in her face as she shoulders gently shake with laughter. Something about Anthea offering Thomas chocolate strikes her as amusing, and she cant stifle the mirth that insues. Biting down on her lower lip she looks sideways at Thomas, watching him thoughtfully. **

Anthea:
~Smiles at Thomas's compliment~ Thank-you ~She sighs~ The noise in here, ya know. I can tell it bothers you too. ~She averts her eyes to the ground~ Stress too, I guess. I'm not very good at meeting people. I'm sorry. ~Laughs at herself~

--= Thomas Newton =--: [Male]
~ Beldaran's quiet laughter causes thomas to incline his head toward her, a slender eyebrow, arched vaguely over the silver rim of his glasses. ~

Beldaran: [FemaleRefreshed]
I'm alright. ** She replies, voice quiet, less pained then usual. Indeed, one nights rest within the cradle of nature had done her more good then a weeks worth in her bed. Still, she misses _her_ tree, the one she had grown up with, and is reminded absently of this, this and the fact soon she will be "well" enough to get about per usual again. **
How are you? ** Inquires curiously.**

--= Thomas Newton =--: [Male]
~ Thomas is obviously not good at 'meeting' people either, though it doesn't bother him at all, when he notices it bothers her with ease, why, he isn't sure. Thin fingers splay over the table top, the folded paper still rested neatly between two of them ~
It is loud. "they" are always loud.

Anthea:
Thomas, may I ask what that paper is? ~Points to the paper in Thomas's hand~

Beldaran: [FemaleRefreshed]
** Beldaran returns Thomas' look, amusement etched into the smooth contours of her face, pale eyes glimmering at the humor of the situation. Without thinking she absently brushes the stray lock of coppery blonde from his face, her smile remaining. Glances at Anthea, wondering if ti would be "out of her place" to tell her Thomas doesnt eat such things. Decides it rather is, and remains quiet. **

--= Thomas Newton =--: [Male]
Oh, I'm fine. ~ Thomas doesn't hesitate before answering bel, for he feels perfectly fine, at least for now. Why, he isn't sure... Copper hair glints as he lowers his head slightly, to push the sunglasses futher up the bridge of a thin nose carefully ~ You didn't go back to your 'temple' did you?
~ Thomas lifts fingers gently, to extricate the paper, pulling it out and unfolding it one section at a time ~ Just... things. ~ he glances at the paper, leaving it unfolded before anthea should she want to look. Thomas knows she won't be able to read it... the queer little symbols and markings that pervade otherwise complicated mathematical equations are symbols that, to 'them' haven't even been created, or realized. ~

Beldaran: [FemaleRefreshed]
** Shakes her head thoughtfully, silver tendrils displacing in the process. ** No, its empty now. There is a cottage not far from here...I think I might take up residence there. Or maybe stay here. Im not sure, what do you think? ** For a change something akin to normal conversation...**

Anthea:
~Sighs and puts her head on the table, running a hand through her hair. She looks back up at the strange, almost inhuman beauty of Thomas with caring eyes~

~Looks at the paper~ What language is this? ~Picks it up and looks at it curiously~ The handwriting is beautiful

--= Thomas Newton =--: [Male]
~ Thomas looks unsettled by Anthea as she bows her head with a sigh, and takes a halting breath as he looks toward her quizzically, his hands resting against the tabletop lightly ~
Are you hurt? ~ he asks, almost absently~ Anthea:
~Looks up at Newton and smiles as a tear rolls down her cheek~ I'm okay ~She speaks softly and wipes it away, embarassed~ My head hurts and there is something about you... I can't explain....

--= Thomas Newton =--: [Male]
~ He shakes his head lightly in disagreement. Copper and blonde mingle as the strands fall forward in a curtain of metallics about his thin face ~
No, not here, you...you don't fit. You should be...outside. ~ nods definitively as if this were the only answer possible ~ Anthea:
~Saddened slightly~ Do you want me to leave you alone?

Belderan (FemaleRefreshed)
** Absently plucks a kercheif from her pocket, and leans over, setting it down near Anthea. **
There there dear...
** Pushes over the still-hot cup of tea. Turns towards Thomas, offering him a genuine smile at his word, beguiled by the truth of them. **
I thought so, you may visit if you like...** She adds as an afterthought. **

--= Thomas Newton =--: [Male]
~ Thomas's head aches dully...not from a headache however. The radiation of Anthea's curiously mixed emotions refuse to let his mind alone, and he flinches under the weighty burden. She isn't okay, and therein lies the irony. She might think he's niave enough not to know, but he does. ~
You lie too?

Anthea:
~Smiles at Bel~ Ta very much dear ~Cocks her head~ Thought so? What do you mean? ~Looks at Thomas~ Lie?

--= Thomas Newton =--: [Male]
~ Thomas looks thoughtful, brows knit over the rims of his deep brown sunglasses as lips twitch an equally thoughtful frown ~
I-I don't know where it is.

Beldaran: [FemaleRefreshed]
Youre welcome of course. ** Her smile unwavering as she regards Anthea. **
((The "thought so" part ws for Thomas, about where Bel should live.))

--= Thomas Newton =--: [Male]
Lie... you said you were 'okay' didn't you?
~ Thomas replies sensibly, brushing off the weight of her emotions as they reach toward him like curls of smoke ~
You aren't...I know.

Beldaran: [FemaleRefreshed]
I can show you if you like, when you have time. ** Muses quietly, regarding Thomas's frown with a singularily arched eyebrow. Her demeanor pleasant, she contemplates sketching him a map, she would feel much better if she knew he could get away from the Tavern when needed. **

Anthea:
~Smiles as another tear of sadness runs down her cheek and she wipes it away. She reaches forward without thinking and pats Thomas's cheek~ Don't worry

Beldaran: [FemaleRefreshed]
** Boy, that other eyebrow SHOOTS up as Anthea pats Thomas's cheek. No other expression shifts across her pleasantly smiling face. **

--= Thomas Newton =--: [Male]
~ Thomas fiddles with the paper's edge while Anthea looks it over ~
Language? You wouldn't know it. ~ smiles faintly though the gesture doesn't quite reach the rest of his features. He responds with this quickly, as if hiding something. ~
Why did you lie?

Anthea:
~Smiles~ I don't want you to worry. ~Sniffs and looks at her watch~ Well, I have to go. Thank you, Thomas. ~Grasp his hands gently and speaks softly and seriously~ Thank you.
Will I see you again soon? ~Squeezes his palm~

--= Thomas Newton =--: [Male]
~ Thomas blinks slightly and nearly flinches as she pats his cheek. What was THAT for? And what was it's intent? He really doesn't under stand the overall function of 'touching' besides it's use in examination. Was she examining him? What for? Paranoia threatens, and thomas swallows. ~
I don't worry. ~ matter-of-factly, yet quietly. he glances toward beldaran ~
Do you mind? ~ meaning showing him the way ~
~ he looks b etween her face and her hand , wondering at the curious hand gripping. He manages a thin smile, equally thin lips pressed tightly together for a moment ~
I, I haven't done anything. ~ why thank you? ~
I don't know, will I see you again? ~ blinks at her behind his glasses in startlment. ~

Beldaran: [FemaleRefreshed]
No, of course not...** Bell answers Thomas without hesitation, her smile growing wider, soft lips curved upwards. **

Anthea:
~Smiles~ If you are here, I will be here. I mean thank you for listening to me. For, as corny as it sounds, being my friend. ~Grins~ I guess, and hope, I will be seeing you.

--= Thomas Newton =--: [Male]
Oh. ~ Thomas smiles faintly again, his sanded smooth features taking on an expression of understanding. A strand of copper dangles before his glasses , leaving a line of shadow to split his face ~
You're welcome. Thank-you then.

Beldaran: [FemaleRefreshed]
** Beldaran nods in parting to Anthea. So what if shes not altogether sad to see her go, shes sure the confused lass will figure out her problems. Its a good thing Bel isnt the jealous type. **

Anthea:
~Smiles and stands~ Goodnight Thomas. And your welcome. ~Extends her hand, wanting to shake his, wanting to show him he isnt totally alone~

--= Thomas Newton =--: [Male]
~ Again the hand extension. Thomas's expression looks muddled as he follows her lead, extending his hand hesitantly ~

Anthea:
~Shakes Thomas's hand and smiles at him~
~Nods and heads out of the bar~ Goodnight, dear


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